Uffie’s concerns are not without reason.

"To be honest, I’ve never quite understood the peculiar existence of Dungeons."

"Their creation, their mutations, their survival... I can’t figure out any of it through research."

"Are they a blessing from the Gods, a seduction from Demons, or merely the amusement of some unknown existence?"

"However, when it comes to magic, and those who wield it, I have a deep understanding."

Warrior Country, Imperial Capital, Younka’s Mage Tower "Wise Tower"

In the still dimly lit Mage Tower, Younka wore his luminous stone mask, obtained through some unknown means, and muttered to himself.

At that moment, the crystal ball on the table lit up. After he tapped it, the illusory projection of King Banto appeared in the room.

He still maintained a formidable presence, befitting a king, but now a tight furrow marked his brows, as if filled with conflict. He stared at Younka for a while, not speaking immediately but first surveyed the room.

Younka’s laboratory, compared to the last meeting, seemed even more cluttered, with various research manuscripts and other miscellaneous items strewn everywhere, and even the walls seemed to have some incomprehensible scrawls made during moments of deep thought.

This indicated that during this period, Younka had also been working hard, with worries no less than those of Banto.

Banto relaxed his furrowed brow somewhat but still asked sternly:

"Publishing immature technology just to counter possible threats from two Dungeons, do you really think it’s worth it?"

Faced with the king’s question, Younka looked up at him, the eyes on the mask flickered, and he nodded silently.

Worth it, very worth it.

Because he could see how rapidly the concentration of magical faith within the Warrior Country was declining, something Banto wasn’t even aware of, so naturally couldn’t empathize with him.

His mindset was like painstakingly advancing a game’s progress to seventy or eighty percent, almost seeing victory, only for the game’s developers to suddenly and randomly compress his progress with some excuse.

The feeling of his hard-won achievements continuously shrinking was truly terrifying!

Younka had to quickly stop the declining trend to truly feel at ease!

"Second question, do your actions really show results?"

"There are results."

Now, Younka felt quite at ease because the trend of decline had truly been halted.

"Then I can be assured."

Banto’s brows relaxed, and after nodding, his image disappeared.

He truly had immense trust in Younka.

And after Banto departed, Younka continued to sketch magic runes in the air, passing new instructions to his disciples scattered across the country.

Upon learning the real reason behind the decline in magical faith from Edgar, he immediately took action, hastily instructing his disciples to disseminate the imperfect Fighting Qi conversion technology and also launched the Reform Ring as after-sales service.

The results of this blitz-like action proved quite effective. As Younka said, while he might not understand Dungeons, he did understand both those who study magic and those interested in it.

In the face of this Fighting Qi conversion technology, they would surely find it irresistible.

"My experiment was very successful. Once perfected, it will be an achievement sufficient to rival the Magic Association."

There was pride in Younka’s tone, and he indeed had every reason to be proud.

The declining trend in magical faith concentration had halted, and this was just the beginning stage of disseminating the Fighting Qi conversion technology. Soon, there would be a surge, further increasing the concentration, bringing him another step closer to his ideal!

"No, I can’t relax now; the assessment standard for faith concentration is sometimes unclear even to me."

Magical faith concentration was a term coined by Younka based on the belief of residents within the Warrior Country in magic.

The reason it was termed faith had very complex reasons behind it.

However, the definition of "residents of Warrior Country" was very broad—yes, very broad, to the point where a foreign trade caravan staying here for a few days might be included in the statistics, causing Younka’s work sometimes to encounter unexpected troubles.

But now things were improving; the war had ceased, no large movements of people within the Warrior Country were expected, and with his relentless efforts, the magical faith concentration was steadily rising.

After all, with the absence of war, the Warrior Country couldn’t possibly spawn thousands or tens of thousands of intelligent beings who don’t have much faith in magic out of thin air, right?

At this thought, Younka’s lips just began to curl upwards, but suddenly something dawned on him, and his smile abruptly halted.

It seemed... Sain Dungeon might be an unstable factor?

No, no, no, even with the impressive magic of Sain Dungeon, even if it connects the roads between two kingdoms causing a large influx of adventurers to the Warrior Country, it will probably only increase my faith density.

Even with Topps Force Field, there is nothing to fear, as it only affects a handful of legendary magic spells.

He considered it thoroughly and believed that the magic learners in the Warrior Country wouldn’t let the rare acquisition method of Topps Force Field affect their mindset.

"Unless everyone could have a Force Field, but how is that possible, hehehe..."

Meanwhile, in the City Lord’s room of Glory Dungeon.

"The number of people entering the dungeon has seen an unusual decrease in recent days..."

Mording, the Glory Dungeon Lord, sat in his chair talking to himself, his tone filled with confusion, "Have I gone too far?"

"I just introduced a new hero transformation option that requires drawing cards to obtain. I then hid the mediums needed for each card draw in every match, and each match has enough for several, as long as you accumulate ten you can draw once. You can also exchange their valuable items for mediums, and the probability of getting a new hero transformation shouldn’t be low. How generous am I!"

"Why is it that the number of people entering the Thirty Heroes area has decreased now?"

Mording was baffled, he thought the adventurers should even be grateful to him.

And indeed, the adventurers were very grateful to him, he eavesdropped on their conversations daily. They were full of praise for the new Thirty Heroes introduced by Glory Dungeon, fighting eagerly every day, even considering it an honor to draw cards for new heroes, a genuine test from the heroes.

"Does this card draw have a guarantee?"

Gong Qiying’s voice came from the side, it turned out he was here.

"What’s a guarantee?" Mording asked with a face eager to learn.

"..."

"Let’s put this question aside for now," Gong Qiying waved his hand and said, "You haven’t forgotten why you asked me here, have you? It’s to discuss the reason for the decrease in visitor flow."

"What’s a guarantee?" Mording repeated.

"Didn’t I say to put this question aside for now!"

"But I think it’s the cause of the decrease in visitor flow..."

"No, even if you can only get one medium item per match, and it takes a hundred to draw once, and even if there’s no guarantee no matter how many times you draw, thereby emptying the adventurers’ pockets, people will still flock to it. This is definitely not the reason for your decreased visitor flow."

Gong Qiying stated what seemed like a very, very unscrupulous thing with a calm face.

And Mording had a face of sudden realization.

"The true culprit for your decreased visitor flow is magic!"

As a City Lord with channels to external communication, Gong Qiying was acutely aware of all the happenings outside, naturally knowing what was happening outside.

Edgar and a group of Younka’s disciples published the technology of converting Fighting Qi to magic, which caused a tide of magical enthusiasm among the citizens.

For those longing to learn magic, the publication of this technology was like a festive day.

People always favor the new over the old, and after this technology was made public, a large number of people became immersed in learning magic. Compared to the full guidance and guaranteed learning provided by Edgar, Glory Dungeon appeared a bit more troublesome.

"The memories of childhood ultimately couldn’t surpass the immediate and readily available gains, could they..."

Gong Qiying sighed, "Indeed people prefer convenient things."

He seemed to have underestimated the Warrior Country citizens’ trust in magic. Even though the spread of magic was significantly less than combat skills, it seemed to occupy a greater place in people’s hearts.

"Moreover, the talent for combat skills in newborns is continually decreasing, and this reality issue can’t be solved by our two dungeons continuously introducing combat skills. We’ve indeed overlooked this issue."

Gong Qiying was always good at reflection and summarization, he looked at Mording and said, "Even with the hindrance of reality issues, will you continue to promote combat skills?"

"The heroes and their combat skills are my glory, and also the glory of this dungeon."

Mording said with a serious face, showing a solemn and inviolable dignity.

"Plus it concerns my life!"

And this sentence ruined the entire atmospheric seriousness...

"Alright, I won’t give up either."

Gong Qiying raised a finger and said, "At this point, I have one more solution."

"What?" Mording’s eyes looked at him as if seeing a lifeline.

"Bring in outside support."